Slowly slips the night away
Open window's gentle breeze
And the sound of the ocean
They beckon me:
'Come and greet the dawn! '
Sand under my bare feet
I am ready for god's miracle
Stars are paling, sky's first rosy blush
Then shimmering in radiant orange
While the waves draw back
To return with vigor and salty mist
Repeating the endless rhythm
Of motion and murmurs
Meanwhile the sky awakens
The first glimpse of a scarlet ball
Where the glittering ocean meets the horizon
A palette of glorious purples
I sit in quiet contemplation
The day is mine to treasure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very brilliant poem, I like it